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May I kiss you?
Just for today
Just for an instant-
A moment-

Just for a day
May I kiss you?

May I kiss you?
In the rain
In the snow-
In the spring-

Just for a season
May I kiss you?

May I kiss you
Just for a moment
For alas I know
Not of the future

And even a kiss today
Is more than I can dream.
This is about all the times where I wanted to ask a stranger or someone I hardly knew for a kiss. All the thoughts of walking down a crowded street and seeing a young beauty and asking her for a kiss. This is a poem about the spontaneity and romanticism that I never took and how everytime I think of that opportunity I never took it reminds me of my mortality slipping away.
 Jul 2014 Peeka
eunsung aka Silas
emptying out boxes
discarding things I no longer need
rediscovering treasures
I had frgotten I had

as I break down each empty box,
I feel a little lighter, more free
soon the things I have been hoarding
are all gone, and I can't rember why held on so long

one room down, few more to go
I wouldn't miss it for the world
Metaphor for decluttering my heart, mind and soul.
 Jul 2014 Peeka
Chris Ellison
When it is open,
you can see.
Everything here
is meant to be.

The sad,
mad,
happy,
glad.

Experiences to be had.

Loving,
losing,
begging,
choosing.

When you know that,
it goes easy.
No queasy,
unsettled stomach
mixed with a broken heart.

No wishing to restart,
because it's all a part.
With one start.

So, don't diminish before the finish.
Don't get cocky after a scrimmage.
Don't get mad because you have to do the dishes.
Don't be sad your friends sleeping with the fishes.

The life you have,
has it's own salve.

It may take one thousand lives for you,
but you can help you through.
As long as you keep it open.
I'm not jokin'.

If you can't open it,
be with it.
Learn it,
understand it.

The mind is insane,
like an open flame to propane.

My desire is to spread knowledge,
like wild fire.

Mine is open.
Peaceful?
Serene?
Beautiful?
No.

Just content,
unbent.
And ready for anything.
 Jul 2014 Peeka
Akemi
tremble
 Jul 2014 Peeka
Akemi
I’ve felt happiness sink
In this tremor flesh
Sometimes I don’t think it’ll ever rise back up again

Pale figures stretch
Themselves apart at the wrist
Living transient
Beautiful deaths

I know the shift and the slide of my aches
More intimately than love
Or lust

I think when lovers collide
Bloom, then die
They depart redefined
12:10 July 7th 2014

Happiness has always felt so ephemeral to me.
try fail try fail try fail try fail try fail try fail try fail try fail try fail try fail try fail try fail
 Jul 2014 Peeka
Tristan W
Untitled
 Jul 2014 Peeka
Tristan W
From the broken rocks a dove emerges. Dusty and damaged he attempts to fly. Slowly at first.
He's gaining his strength.
And with a mighty flap of his wings
he launches up, up, up into the sky.
Leaving behind the rubble
that once entrapped him.
Heading towards the open air,
where the clouds may greet him.
He is free.
Not positive what it's about. Open to interpretation.
 Jul 2014 Peeka
Gabriel Adam
It has been two years,
two months
and twenty days
since the last time I posted anything here.
Yet I still get an email every few weeks,
from a new fan
or a new favorite
or a new comment.
And I never say thank you.

Thank you.

It's been a hell of a year.
Two years, really.
And I'm sorry I haven't thanked you all
individually.
One by one.
I'll try to keep up in the future,
because this is a wonderful community
and you are all wonderful people.
I appreciate all of your support.

Keep writing.

Keep living.
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